my tears
have formed
a river
i can cross
to find a place
i call
home
but i am a girl
with a teddy bear
on the street
at nightfall
looking into all the
windows
on my tip toes.
i barely feel
the cold anymore
but i shiver
every night
on the park bench
and my lips turn blue.
maybe i do not belong
here
in the world of smiles
and neat little houses
with billowing chimneys of smoke
because all i have ever known
are doors
slammed shut
sidewalk stoops
and the sound of footsteps
walking away.
home is not here
but somewhere in the sky
that my hand is too short
to reach.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
April showers bring May flowers
April cries so May can be something beautiful. May thrives on April to cry, this can be taken in two different ways; I'm going to take this as sometimes things need to defrost and get ugly before it gets a chance to become something beautiful.
By Jen Phillips4 days ago in Poets
Comments (7)
Going back and looking at some of your recent stuff, because I know I'm behind. I remembering reading this a while ago and not liking or commenting, my bad. This reminds me of The Little Match Girl a little. So sad, and heartbreaking, but as always, beautifully expressed!
Oh 😢 this was too too sad
Heartbreaking but a captivating read
Home is not here but somewhere in ghe sky. That was my favourite line. Loved your poem so much!
My favorite poem of yours so far! 🩷 I usually hate metaphors, and I find a lot of poetry insufferable. It seems like someone wanting to show off and write something “good” instead of writing something true. But it’s never that way with your work. You use symbolism in a way I can feel, and it is brutally honest.
Very sad, touching, and beautifully written. 💙Anneliese
Oh my. That is sad, but incredibly beautiful.